[They aren't listening - every word means nothing to the ancient dragon because they do not want to be calm. They want an answer, and the longer that Hollyberry does not give them that answer, the worse their fury burns at the edges. Ripples dance in the air around them, distorting images from the sheer heat they're starting to give off, tiny horns starting to peek out from that untamed mane of speckled, white hair. It's a testament to their indomitable will, and just how much Hollyberry means to Pitaya that they've even lasted this long, tried this hard, because no one else...not a single soul, would get the same treatment. They would be dead where they stood, scorched black along the sandy granules.
When he finally, finally gets the answer he seeks, Pitaya is a mishmash of Cookie and dragon - an amalgamate of the two beings as they forced their transformation to stall. Hear her out. It's her, she would not endanger the little one, she would not take something that is theirs and put it in harm's way, she wouldn't--
Time? Frozen in time? As ludicrous as it sounds, Pitaya is old enough, has live countless eons to know that it is not impossible. Even time itself is malleable in the right hands, and with the right magic. Still...]
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When he finally, finally gets the answer he seeks, Pitaya is a mishmash of Cookie and dragon - an amalgamate of the two beings as they forced their transformation to stall. Hear her out. It's her, she would not endanger the little one, she would not take something that is theirs and put it in harm's way, she wouldn't--
Time? Frozen in time? As ludicrous as it sounds, Pitaya is old enough, has live countless eons to know that it is not impossible. Even time itself is malleable in the right hands, and with the right magic. Still...]
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